penned edges
to slash and trash
dry shadowed stupidity
with rhyme and words
of bright liquidity
to rip and tear
and even score
in every single
wall of war
to scream with
digital dilemma dire
for every burning
peaceful fire
we right we write
we stroke we splash
our pens and brushes
heal wounds and gnash
mightier than other sharpened edges
someone said
dance me a river
move liquid light.
dance me a river.
paint stones and rocks;
pour wild and spill.
pound in my blood.
dance me a river.
rush right on by and by;
stay with me still.
flood me fever.
dance me a river.
drown me sweet deeply;
flow me a thrill.
make me an ocean and
dance me a river.
find me a tide
that'll rock me my fill.
catch me a raindrop and
dance me a river.
move right on through me
and hold me until.
message from god
(etched on west coast cliff by lightning)
let's get this straight right off.
none of you guys got it right with your guessing games.
not one of you was even close
that painted me in your own image.
I can respect
those who don't care whether I exist or not.
I can't respect
all the ones that make things up about me and fight about it.
let's face it - if they weren't fighting about me
they'd find something else.
the ones that know me best don't talk about me;
they do things to manifest what they believe.
a serious god. what will you guys think of next?
how ya gonna keep a straight face with beings like you around?
wanna be godlike? laugh at yourself.
that's as god as it gets.
words spoken mirror to mirror
with hand on sink,
I lean and drip.
erase shower fog.
squeaks of protest
are mice of clarity
dubbed to circular moves.
avoiding clear image
bouncing back right there;
I shave without a look.
run the blade through
tubular falls once more
and tap tap tap before stowing.
over the shoulder
to the one who must be
turning away I say,
"leave me alone"
